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My hand reaches out, grasping the handle of the sturdy maroon door, but my elation comes to an abrupt halt as an icy grip seizes my arm, wrenching me back towards him with alarming force. I collide with his chest, a jolt of electricity coursing down my spine as his deep voice –a seductive cadence– resonates next to my ear, his breath fanning my skin and luscious lips gently grazing my ear. "Liar." He whispers in my ear, his accusation hanging heavy in the air. His intense gaze, like pools of midnight, bore into me with a silent condemnation, causing my breath to catch in my throat as my world seems to crumble beneath me, quite literally. The ground gives way beneath my feet, swallowing me wh

Her voice became softer, more intimate, like a lullaby: "Fire does not fear the dark. It simply exists... and in existing, it defies." I blinked. And then I was floating. Not falling. Not flying. Just... drifting. Weightless. All around me were fragments of memory. Laughing with Ava at the beach. Theo’s hands guiding mine over a piano. Layla’s first letter. Marcus’s eyes when he said my name like it meant something. And below me... chains. Dozens. Thick, black, pulsing like veins. Wrapped around something— No. Someone. Marcus. He stood in a void, arms bound, lips moving but soundless. He was trying to say something. His eyes burned with fury. With warning.

I still searched with blurry vision where the voice could be coming from, but I still couldn’t see anyone, “Who are you?” A moment of silence followed, and then I felt it, a presence, cold yet oddly comforting, “I am Athina. The spirit of a wolf that resides within you. Bound together, but you first need to accept our bond.” “What? Why now? I…” I struggled to breath. “Please Veronica. You need to accept our bond, otherwise you will die.” “I…” My chest was hurting as I tried to speak. “Please. You’re on the brink of death. The wolfsbane is killing you, and fast. You are stronger than this, we’re stronger. Please, accept.” She begged.

"That mark belongs to me." She stepped back, blade raised again. "You're lying." He took a slow step forward, his eyes glowing brighter. "I wish I were." Before she could react, the sky darkened. Dozens of crows rose from the trees at once, shrieking and circling above them. The air grew heavy, the ground trembling under her boots. Kael looked up at the sky. "The Bloodbound has awakened." Seraphina didn't understand what he meant-she only knew one thing.

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--- As the day faded, they spread the journals across the floor, deciphering fragments of spells and rituals. One entry stood out—dated two weeks before Adrian’s mother’s death: > “The voice must be protected, even if bound through time and body. The heart that listens must learn to hear beyond flesh.” Mira whispered, “Beyond flesh… she knew this would happen.” Adrian’s fingers brushed the page. “Perhaps she foresaw you.” She laughed weakly. “A possessed woman obsessed with shipping men together? Yeah, that’s exactly what every noble mother dreams of.” He chuckled. “Perhaps it’s your unconventional nature that makes you… audible.”

How do you sense Noah Hernandez discovering your affair? Affair? My chest tightened as if an iron fist had wrapped around my lungs, making it impossible to breathe. Yet, I forced my hands to remain steady on the wheel and drove past them. The world outside the car blurred, but their faces, locked in their intimate conversation, were burned into my memory. "Excuse me!" a third voice suddenly cut in, sharp and accusing. "What do you have to say to human beings calling you a mendacity cheat?" Her words were like shards of glass slicing through my barely composed exterior. I felt the anger boil beneath my skin, raw and volatile.

The kind he has fought before. They stayed in bed, exchanging soft words and long silences that weren’t uncomfortable, just full of things neither of them were quite ready to say. But outside—just down the street—someone else was ready. A black Audi sat idling beneath a tree across from Serena’s building, engine off, windows tinted. Hidden in plain sight. The spring wind fluttered a few cherry blossoms down onto the windshield, but the man inside didn’t notice. His eyes were fixed on the fourth-floor window.

The world collapses down to one truth: He will never touch or hurt anyone again. I don’t stop when he goes down. I don’t stop when he curls in on himself, hands coming up too late, blood at his mouth. I stop only when a sound cuts through the fog. A sob from Libby. I turn and see Libby is on the floor behind the counter and curled in on herself. Her arms are wrapped around her head and she’s rocking slightly like she’s trying to disappear into the tiles. “No, no, no,” she whispers. “Please—please—”

he said then closed the door again, leaving me there completely stunned. There was no way I was going to knock again to ask for the address. Luckily, I would be able to track my way back to his house, I just had to remember the route I had followed the day I drove Daisy back. I went with an Audi. The files sitting strapped to the passenger seat as I turned into many streets trying to find my way around. It was almost an hour before I pulled into the giant house. I sighed in relief because it was beginning to become frustrating. I made a mental note to copy the address before leaving in case I had to come here again.